#Americans #Women
Back of each soldier who fights fo… Aye, back of each woman and man Who toils and prays through these… Is the spirit of Great Joan. For the love she gave, and the lif…
Let there be many windows to your… That all the glory of the universe May beautify it. Not the narrow p… Of one poor creed can catch the ra… That shine from countless sources.…
God and I in space alone And nobody else in view. “And where are the people, O Lord… “The earth below, and the sky o’er… And the dead whom once I knew?”
When Christmas bells are swinging… We hear sweet voices ringing from… And etched on vacant places, Are half forgotten faces Of friends we used to cherish, and…
When God created this good world A few stupendous peaks were hurled From His strong hand, and they re… The wonder of the level plain. But these colossal heights are rar…
You are the moon, dear love, and… The tide of hope swells high withi… And hides the rough dark rocks of… When your fond eyes smile near in… But when that loving face is turne…
To-night when I came from the clu… Under the gaslight I saw a face– A woman’s face! and I swear to he… It looked like the ghastly ghost o… And Grace? why, Grace was fair; a…
Oh, I know a certain lady who is… Yet she fills me with more terror… The little chills run up and down… Though she seems a gentle creature… And she has a thousand virtues and…
Last summer, lazing by the sea, I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me… She had a Spanish cast of feature… She often smoked a cigarette,
Not they who know the awful gibbet… Not they who, while sad years go b… The sunless cells of lonely prison… Do suffer fullest penalty for sin. ’Tis they who walk the highways un…
Among the twelve hundred poems which have emanated from my too prolific pen there are some forty or fifty which treat entirely of that emotion which has been denominated “the grand pass...
If I were a raindrop, and you wer… I would burst from the cloud above… And lie on your breast in a raptur… And love you, love you, love you. If I were a brown bee, and you we…
The father sits in his lonely room… Outside sings a little bird. But the shadows are laden with dea… And the song is all unheard. The father’s heart is the home of…
Oh, not for the great departed, Who formed our country’s laws, And not for the bravest-hearted Who died in freedom’s cause, And not for some living hero
Sometimes, when I am toil-worn an… And tired out with working long an… And earth is dark, and skies above… And heart and soul are all too sic… These words have come to me like a…
